Is Anybody Going to San Antone
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
It sure feels cold today
Here I am walking down 66
Wish she hadn't done me that way
Sleeping under a table in a road side park
A man could wake up dead
But it sure feels warmer than it did sleeping in our king sized bed
Is anybody goin' to San Antone?
Or Phoenix Arizona
Any place is alright as long as I
Can forget I'd ever known her
Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt
Like I ain't got nothing on
Though I'd rather be facing the wind and rain
To what I'd been facing back home
Yonder comes a truck for the US Mail
People writing letters back home
Tomorrow she'll probably want it back
But I'll be just as gone
Is anybody goin' to San Antone?
Or Phoenix Arizona
Any place is alright as long as I
Can forget I'd ever known her